Oh. The praise melts into her, hot and sweet, an encouragement to keep going, find the angle that makes her moan. He feels good inside of her, under her, where she can feel his thumb on her. A smarter remark might have been there, asking if he'd really tell if she wasn't doing well, but she'll leave the wit in his domain and focus on her body instead.

"Hawkeye..."

Her free hand braces on his chest as she moves, tracing up and to his pectoral, paying attention to anywhere that might seem more sensitive than the rest. Though she's taking her pleasure, she's still watching him, wanting to see and hear and feel him enjoying himself as much as she is.